Another… (an anaphoric poem)
Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.
Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.
I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.
A poem is not found
in an abundance of words.
Nor is it unnecessarily complex.
Poetry is found in the heart
and in the connection it makes.
Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.
Fear makes people see things.
Like every fool that has lived,
I tried to ignore, move on,
forward.
The beautiful morning sky
assails my sleepy eyes.
It stirs my soul
as in days of ol’
when she brought a smile to thine.
Between me
and the sweet salvation
of slumber I desire,
lies the cat.
standing amidst traffic,
cars on each side,
the wind spins me around.
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